I am become joy

Like a fire that consumes all before it... I am become joy. Untitled Soldiers for Feet

 

She Comes To Me | Math | People & Private Music | Always Almost | Go With Them | We Steal People’s Medicine | The Guns That Bring The Morning Home | Her Festival Song | Long Route 38 | Lunch in Field Four | Bottom of the River

She Comes To Me
Like horse-soft bones I can hardly move
Away from this bed by myself, well terribly something’s gone wrong
But everything’s coming back on, to reclaim what I’d thought I’d owned
So fit me fast for these prison clothes
Wait ‘til I can turn around to make sure it falls right in the back
But everything’s coming back on, to tease me with sleep through my nose
But it’s not your chest she’s breathing on in the waking up
She waits so cold and so still, well I’m listening lady say it

Oh she comes to me sometimes
In the middle of the night
Singing “Can you tell my sweet from the sweet in the air?”
Where’s this all going to lead us to
That would be better fields for my lungs and when calling in supper for good
Oh just be a dear and wake me up
Wake me up [x3]
Oh the knife and toe, salt and holy tooth well that must be it this is packed
And the prayers that I tied to the groom will slowly fall out with his hair
Don’t try to stop him as he moves across the floor
But it’s not your chest like the ready sun or the ever-moon
To be turned into bread when she’s hungry, finished swimming

In the middle of the night
Singing “Can you tell, my sweet from the sweet in the air? Oh I’ll hold you down until
You say you do. I’d like to think that you could tell me from those other types of food.
Relax my child; we will be home soon.

Math
Oh Math come back home to warm lights home signs
Pistol comfort’s gone, a tree’s walk from sweet sights
Adore adore adore
The hot breath colliding into the magnet shores
A ribbon and organ

Come down don’t you want to know?
With your raised arms like reeds when the wind blows
A catch and release as your blood starts to pink because
You’re breathing so.
Well Math it’s gone slow the swift fields in empire
And hills have all gone south for safe skies to sleep by
A place for evening oars, triemes tied in even skies
A place to swim while moored
The heat sounds in the water.
[repeat chorus]

Oh Math we’ve waited strong
A shy smile in longing
Come home, come right or wrong
It’s still no fun without you
A source to dial from
The signal in washing with each blood-awful roar
The sound comes from inside
A sailor beached in shoal a brave song his breathing
Just hold your still head o’er you can still hear him singing
[repeat chorus]

People & Private Music
If the skinny kids sing one more song
We’re gonna send them back where they come from and then shout
Ha-hallelujah without raising the lids
So sleeping eyes don’t turn to aching fists

Sing IIIAOVAAA in the sunshine light
Don’t have to shout it but I think I might
Then I will beat my hand across the thin-skin head
Wake up the neighbors then go back to bed

Because as slow as smiling and as quick as strumming
The real thing’s coming, the real thing’s coming near

Sing me a song about the promised year
I’ll pin it on me like a boutonnière
Then to the train will hold on so fast
To make sure that the best day is the last

When we join together in that perfect song,
That’s when we all will realize that G-D was just the
Burning desire of each smallest part
To become one like just before the start

The sympathetic shaking of our air
The signal of the waving waving hands
Oh we’re hoping that it calls to the familiar in you all
Because the real thing’s coming near

Let’s speak of building and let’s speak of need
We’ll let the subtle things excite our fingers
Then lay here in the back seat full of drugs, our brains release when we are near each
other

So let the skinny kids sing one last song
Like condensation holding on too long
It will not matter if your voice is sour
No one will praise the hammer for the house
Because as slow as smiling and as quick as strumming
The real thing’s coming, the real thing’s coming
The real thing’s coming, the real thing’s coming near

Almost Always
It’s not to be believed,
They way this chase ended so brief
The way the blood drips down instead of seeds

It seems strange now to see
My boy blowing stiff in the breeze
Oh Absalom got caught up in the leaves

Now the terror returns like the sea
Under sway of someone brave as she
Who’d dare to hold her head up, like she’s equal to me

But with her skin like the fish in the sea
She would stand in the dark and be lovely
Because she knows it’s just reflected light from me

Now I’m always almost crying
I’m always almost crying

Those stickers you bought in Nebraska
Those naked Rubenesque queens
Oh they’re gorgeous but the joke they tell is mean

And the pocket knife sharpening machine
Will certainly someday be handy
Take back those risqué ashtrays though, you know I can’t smoke where I’m living

And a head start would only help me
Or the boy-prince with soldiers for feet
Not you and your twenty eight day routine

Well fine go and do what you’re gonna do anyway
Why make an exception like me
Absalom oh Absalom, my boy inside the tree

Now I’m always almost crying
I’m always almost crying

Go With Them
Oh my flaxen flower
The love I had for you
Was taken by the very man
I introduced you to

But this is not my fault
And there ain’t no blame for you.
So just let me try and sing this song
Then I’ll say goodbye to you.

So go, go with them
I want you to.
At least one of us
Should be smiling when the day is through
And it does my heart a little good
That you smile when I see you
At least now I know, you’ve convinced yourself
That this is what you’ll do

“Well how about this air?” and
“I don’t much like this food.”
Are what we fill the quiet with,
So that we don’t have to move
Our eyes from this sweet gaze
We got ourselves into.
We’ll keep it quiet, I’ll go home and shower
But I’m still thinking of you

So go, go with them
I want you to.
At least one of us
Should be smiling when the day is through
And it does my heart a little good
That you smile when I see you
At least now I know, you’ve convinced yourself
That this is what you’ll do.

We Steal People’s Medicine
Dyed like frieze Ill be dressed up and ready
If I could wake you up from your rum
Don’t let me sleep late, they wont start this without me
You mean, they cant, or I wont at all

But this doesn’t make sense, I am not one bit tired
And we’re both fine and look ready right now

There’s no way that we’ll be late that morning
The bells of our bodies will be ring for miles
And the sleep that we loose for the singing
Will get back by waiting at a thousand miles an hour

People pass through they’ve got so much to do
In states far away from our home
I promise I’ll bring back some fantastic things
You in all piece, is all that I ask

This guitar and this dull ring aren’t fancy
But I’ll keep both for the rest of my life

We won’t be able to sleep through the organ
It will sound like the midnight mind fire outside
The old man stays up through the night, playing slowly and singing
To prepare us for the darkness outside

Sick from the sweet, three days out of the week
I think im ready for what you’re talking about
Trying to sleep through the headache pills sheen
Is that really why you’re wound up so tight

If it’s true, that hell has better music,
Then can the devil really be all that bad?

Oh, We Steal people’s medicine don’t we,
We can never quit looking for fire
Do you think that the lord will be sore with our smiling,
If he knows how and especially why

The Guns That Bring The Morning Home
So you think that all these kinds of weather don’t mean we should tack for home?
It’s a delight to serve the sea with you
But I’d rather both our bones
On separate Islands
Singing, making babies
Waiting for the nightly show
Of our careening through the silence
Played by the suns crackling bow

As the dead man’s song, floating up from down, several deck below
Is good luck, but its so hard to sing along
But while death waits there, I still prefer my mother’s prayers
Because God seems to answer her
There is a thunder of guns that bring the morning home
That other orbits know
We are the lithe and shining instruments, so specifically grown

And if it means my life
Ill still sing out about the light
As defiance to the doom they said we’d find
But while fortune seems to favor the boldest move and minds

Even fortune has to tire out sometime.

Do you think that all these days of raining
Will bring something we can see
Just a reminder of the withering fire
Staying selfish in the trees

Its sad to say, but the math is not in favor
Of our getting home tonight
Oh the symmetry was fine
Until you started reading, left to right.

Her Festival Song
Well past the forum dancing with their sweet unbending bones
The terrible sound of their tambourines colliding
And what was though weak was only my lady’s way to make you strong

You make me weak and it’s got me thinking that maybe it’s just me

New language softened quickly, the sound of her footsteps in the hall
Sleeping and swimming continuous and rising
My poor human heart works so well sometimes I wish it’d would never worked at all

But you make me weak and when all that changes we’ll simply disappear

Long Route 38
No this is it this makes sense
Hiding those pictures from friends
And all of those lovely songs that will take you away

The shape of the road in your thigh
That slight little smile while you drive
Singing one of those lovely songs that will take you away

So shake off the song of the coming day
Come back to Texas and stay
I will sing you to sleep after dinner when the bats have gone hunting

No this is it that’s the sound
Of your phone going off all over town
The tune of one of those lovely songs that will take you away.

Keeping the horse thieves in style
On that good ‘ol boy fantasy isle
You glide like a pedal guitar as you make your way

So shake off the song of the coming day
Come back to Texas and stay
I will sing you to sleep after dinner when the bats have gone hunting

No this is it that’s the end
This car won’t just let us be friends
Playing all of those lovely songs that will take you away

This room ain’t been this alive
Since Eli last made his way by
Certainly singing like this gonna beat back the grave for a while

So shake off the song of the coming day
Come back to Texas and stay
I will sing you to sleep after dinner when the bats have gone hunting

Lunch in Field Four
Take a good look around
Take a good look around
It’s all because of you
But not because we do

I was rifled, I was a ready son
morning hair cut, then off to the early farm
“Well do you fall in love like this most everyday?”
“Yes ma’am; if I can help it I turn out this way.”

We are the ground lens, the twinkle in daddy’s eye
Translated electric, a gift of the bye and bye
A simple presence bends it like a pudding skin
Albert would be so tickled we trick light like this
But we’ll stay and we’ll wait in the dark tent by the pin hole,
We won’t see but we’ll hear the promise coming

All these miles, someone had to paint this line
Listening on headphones, a smile pointed to the sky
Well bones may lay in clay along the mountain side
The jaw will get the least sleep if she’s up tonight

Thousand hand tied, ease like the summer day
Sweat and swimming and fretting some tooth decay
In row by row the shedding makes us something new
Like glass remaining liquid just not very fluid

When today turns to night we will swim safe in the river

Bottom of the River
Well I am in love with something invisible
And though no one can make sense of where it’s from
I’m sure as all my bones.
So lay, my head and feet to point north and south
I will try to be a compass if you smile and deign to take me home

Then I will lay on the bottom of that river
Spending my time where old swords go to die
And gold, the fish at the bottom of that river
Lift a song into the night, so that the moon won’t have to die.

I will collect all the hammers and I will make them ring
When the slowly swollen eyes are not enough.
I will walk, down the road until I can hear her sing
She can pass her coded message through my clothes and assure me that she’s sure

Then I will lay on the bottom of that river
Spending my time where old swords go to die
And gold, the fish at the bottom of that river
List a song into the night, so that the moon won’t have to die.

Now come up slow and drag your voice out into the light
With the rough cover it provides you to shine
Now here we go, down the hill fast, faster no keel no bow
Though you can smell them in my blood forget the stars, ‘cause they’re all dead by now

And I will lay on the bottom of that river
Spending my time where old swords go to die
And gold, the fish at the bottom of that river
Lift a song into the night, so that the moon won’t have to die.

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